Hay gurl hay.
So, we’re lurking Omegle under cakeandbees, our urls, and cosplay.
We’ll sing to you.
I maybe decided to pick Ace up from work in a Joan Watson cosplay… I also got the milk.
((Ace and I had plans to meet all the lovely ladies of the Bay Area Sherlockians tonight to go see a sneak peak of Star Trek. But her car is in the shop and we can’t figure a way in/out of the city. I want to cry because I was looking forward to meeting new people and seeing some old faces. If anyone wants to help us out with a ride we can pay for gas. If not- WE TRIED I SWEAR))
HAHA NO THIS IS ACE
I AM SUCH A HACKER
I just sort of handed her a plate of food to finish off so I could make use of the computer.
Because we live in the same place and I can.
Y’ever just grab the wrong John by accident?
All Johns are the right John.
My favourite so far.
This is a perfect example of Sherlock (possibly being aware but) disregarding everyone and everything around us, and the fact I hardly register a lot of what he does anymore as… well, not exactly decent.
Bringing back for reasons.
How else did I get my devastating cheek bones?